Like this:

The sky is a very bad parent
impatient, grinding its teeth, hyperventilating
as its baby wahs and wails and flails
and vomits all over its parent's prettiest things
and the parent grabs its little darling
a little too tight
a taut smile a slight tear
traps it under an arm and marches into the kitchen
opens the dark chemical cabinet under the sink
tosses in the nuisance
like a lightning-chopped tree trunk crushes a two-family home
claps the cabinet closed.